To admit that even our cherished decisions amount to no more than accidental permutations of an unpredictable universe would crush us. We believe in destiny because we cannot tolerate the idea of fate.
When does romantic fervor collapse into shameful idolatry?
On this reading, to oppose marriage does not amount to a condemnation of romantic fidelity, but the highest affirmation of its nobility and virtue.
As I enter middle age, this question recurs more insistently than ever: what is worth doing? How ought I invest my time, precious as it is? What achievements, pursuits and aims are deserving of my ambition? The last twenty years have passed with breathtaking swiftness, and it’s natural to begin assessing one’s legacy – not … Continue reading What is worth doing?
Four poems about loss and one about writing.
Amidst the merriment of holiday celebrations, we may find ourselves reflecting on the absence of romantic partners who no longer participate in our lives. The intimacy of family gatherings and the fellowship of seasonal festivities throw into painful relief the ghostly contours of those who once toiled alongside us in the victories and disappointments of … Continue reading Solitude